Costume Change update

Kon used his lips to suck at the tender, juicy fullness of Cass’s labia lips. Slowly moving his mouth closer and closer to her throbbing clitoris. His slow, deliberate kissing and tonguing brought out a wild tension in Cass. It throbbed deep in her churning sex. Made Cass actually growl with all she was feeling, though far more demonstrative was how her scalding wetness bathed Kon’s tongue as he washed it over her slit and along the inside of her folds.

“Kon! Keep… don’t stop… ohhhhh!” She twitched her ass against his face, urgently forcing her convulsing sex to his lips in an offering that was all but impossible to refuse. “You… drive me crazy… make me come… oh fuck… come all over your pretty… face!”

She feverishly pumped his manhood in her right hand, the fingers of her other hand massaging his balls. The sensation of being licked stormed inside her, sweeping her towards a violent climax. Cass couldn’t do anything to stop it and didn’t want to. When Kon closed his lips around her tender little clit and sucked, she bolted upright and let out a husky scream of complete delirium.

“Shit! Kon! My pussy is—it is—!” she cried, her words becoming as scrambled as her crossed eyes. “Please don’t… keep going! I really like it! My pussy…!”

Kon delicately squeezed some of her swollen labia between his teeth, whipping his tongue along the sensitive and flaring folds. Cass went into a series of senseless gyrations, passionate convulsions. She let out a high-pitched scream of wanton sensuality—somehow this seemed a poor substitute for the desire she showed with her jerking, twisting body.

Through it all, she kept her thighs wrapped around Kon’s face and her hands clasped to his engorged manhood, urgently pumping the shaft to make him shudder a little like she was.

“Oohhh! Your tongue! My pussy!” Cass wailed, her eyes squeezing shut and popping open as, moment by moment, her senses overloaded on the ecstatic torment her pussy was in. “Lick my tongue with your cunt, baby! Yessss, Christ! My hole is licked so good! Your tongue, Kon… wonderful tongue fucking me…”

She kept stroking, running her hand up and down his length, squeezing deftly to stimulate him almost to the point of pain. Kon returned the favor, his tongue stiff but darting to all the depths inside her. He drove his tongue deep into the shuddering gates of Cass’s opening, surrounding it with her clinging walls and the syrupy wetness of her arousal.

Cass’s eyes rolled back in her head. His expertise titillated Cass—it thrilled her to think that he might know a part of her body better than she—that he could read the pleasure in her body the way she could read so much violence in others. She moved in passionate delirium, only thinking of sex and what Kon’s questing body wanted of her as she fell forward to take his twitching prick into her mouth.

She couldn’t simply touch his member any longer. Now she needed to taste it—to discover for herself what Kon had found out about her with his tongue in her pussy.

Cass handled his balls, struck by an obscene curiosity for the seed she knew had to be roiling inside them; tastes of it making their way into the precum she eagerly sucked from Kon’s glans. Still she gasped, distracted by the feel of his tongue knifing to as far as her quivering channel seemed to extend. She’d never felt anything deeper. The feelings his tongue whipped from her went so much further than it could actually reach.

She knew her pussy was giving his tongue the tightest, wetter, hottest hold it could get; she felt every taste bud, every little flicker his snaking tongue made. Her pussy molded itself to Kon’s tongue, grasping it firmly with every moment it spent inside her. And her mind reeled with the luscious onslaught of feelings bombarding every nerve in her cunt.

The absolute assault on her senses brutally forced her to orgasm; not that she minded being overwhelmed. Cass squealed and shuddered, feeling her nectar moisten the core of her and be sucked away into Kon’s hungry mouth.

“Aaaahh! You know how I taste!” she slurred, keeping her panting mouth close to Kon’s prick. “Ooooh!” she moaned before forcing her lips back over the clenched fist of his burgeoning cockhead.

She felt Kon’s jaw trembling as it worked, swallowing her juices. Between the knowledge that he was tasting her flavor and the feel of his mouth on her tender folds, there was a delicious friction, a tension that spiked as his tongue hungrily lapped at her gushing cream. Her nerves fired, sizzling with pleasure while his tongue licked through her core. She had to clamp her lips around Kon’s prick and gag herself to stop the guttural moans coming out of her. Besides, nothing could stop her from servicing his cock—not when it kept him tonguing her sex.

But Kon wasn’t simply reciprocating her advances. That would be too easy; not enough to sate his desire for her. His strong fingers dug into her round buttocks. He effortlessly lifted her off of him, then redirected her down to his jutting erection. Cass cooed happily with the realization of what he wanted. Apparently, Kon didn’t want to spend his load in her mouth. He wanted her cunt. Cass was happy to let him have it.

She spread her legs wide, sticking them out to either side of Kon’s waist and straddling him with obscene acrobatics. Without hesitation, she lowered herself down until she was pierced, shuddering and squealing with him inside her sensitive cleft. She worked her weight down his erection, bringing them together until she was totally impaled on his unwavering endowment.

Kon groaned, loving every moment of it, his feverish eyes crisscrossing over her lavishly costumed body to delight in it all over again. “You look amazing!” he grunted.

She ground her ass into his lap, then dove her hands down to feel his balls once more. Her inner muscles, stuffed with his throbbing erection, flexed and convulsed. She looked back over her shoulder, her sable-black hair swaying provocatively as she flashed an impressed smile at the man inside her.

Kon smiled back at her. “I can’t believe it, but that costume is the one thing that could not make me want you naked!”

“You are just saying that—because you can fuck me—while I’m wearing it!” Cass bounded up and down, her finely toned ass quivering when it bounced, her pussy splaying open on his massive tool with each pump she made. The thought of what Kon was seeing, coupled with the glorious sensations being struck off his prick, made her cry out in happy ecstasy.

She threw her head back as she bottomed out on his length—resting there in her impalement—her greedy cunt holding every inch of his stiffened thickness. Her back bent, leaning her so far back that the modest length of her hair brushed against Kon’s belly. He hauled his T-shirt up out of the way to feel her hair tickle his abs. Both of them savored the lavish tingle of being fully sealed together: Cass’s sex on fire, Kon’s manhood throbbing like mad.

“It’s so tight! DAMN! Your pussy is so tight and wet and hot and slippery! Fuck! The way it’s sucking me in! It feels like your cunt’s swallowing me… trying to get my cum! UNNNH! HOLY SHIT! I’m gonna come! HNNNH! Your pussy’s going to suck my balls dry! Suck it all right out of my cock! ARGHH!”

His prick twitched and lunged inside her spasmodic inner walls. Cass jittered, trying to bear the ecstasy of it, suspended on a razor’s edge between continued bliss and the oblivion of orgasm. Her hands were down on Kon’s engorged balls, massaging them with feathery fingers. It felt so good to her, she was practically masturbating. All that cum bloating his testes would be hers soon, so soon.

Her almond eyes crossed. There was no holding herself clear of obliteration any longer. Her climax took hold, jarring her entire body with its impact. And, feeling her orgasmic cunt shaking his cock, Kon went off himself.

His cum shot straight to the center of Cass, coating the shuddering walls of her womanhood while the searing fire of the eruption kept on going, filling her senses and doubling her rapture. Kon grunted, panted, pulling in breath to stay conscious through his transport, while Cass trembled and yelped. Riding his spurting cock and bucking with each ejaculation.

Her fluttering sex milked his prick, pulling away every drop of semen that filled his swollen shaft.

Finally, Cass slumped forward between Kon’s legs, whimpering softly, her pupils dilated with the lovely afterglow of the wet dream still echoing through her exhausted nerves.

Cass couldn’t move, but Kon had just enough stamina to pick her up and slide her down to a rest on his broad chest. His limp member slipped free of her valley, twitching folds still feebly straining, trying to get more of the seed that had put out Cass’s lustful fire.

Cass happily allowed herself to be cuddled and Kon happily held her tight—ecstatic that this tiny ball of kung-fu death, that was also a hell of a fuck, had decided she was as fond of his cock as he was of giving it to her.

“Shit, Cass, no wonder guys are so into Asian chicks. You’re da bomb.”

Cass’s head reared up. She looked at him, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. “I’m… Asian?”

“Well… yeah. I mean, your mom’s Lady Shiva, right? And you look like Lucy Liu: The High School Years. Which is great—“

“Shiva is Asian?” Cass reiterated, her eyes slanting to the side to look at nothing but her own confusion.

“Uh-huh. I mean, c’mon, she dresses like Fu Manchu’s side chick everywhere she goes. No offense.”

Cass nodded absently. “Daddy…?”

“David Cain? No, he’s white. I mean, last time I checked, I haven’t been cyber-stalking you or anything… just pumping Tim for a little information… not that we pump, I don’t care what those fangirls say…” Kon continued into muttered disapproval. “Supposed to want to do me, not watch me do someone else who doesn’t even have boobs…”

“I have boobs?”

“Yeah.”

“White boobs?”

“I mean, they’re pretty sizable. Not huge, but you and Huntress did share the same costume. And she’s…” Kon started to gesture with cupped hands at his own chest, implying Helena Bertinelli’s bra size, before thinking better of it.

“You are white?” Cass stressed.

“Uh-huh. Well, I’m an alien. Half-alien. But I’ve got those laser eyes, so no one’s counting me as Human of the Year.”

“If we had kids, how white would they be?”

“I don’t know… you’re half, I’m half, and it’s not like my other half is a soul man, I don’t care how well Supes tans. I would say three-fourths.”

“Would they be Asian?”

“I don’t know. I think it mainly comes down to how they look. You don’t look half-white. But you’re still, like, an honorary white. Like a Jew, maybe.”

“David Cain is Jewish.”

Kon slapped his forehead. “Oh my Rao, this is getting complicated.”

“Do you want… to raise our kids… to worship Rao?”